However, since Oh, The Joys is the epicenter of Hot Park Rangerism, I will share the bounty that FPRG sent with all you closeted Ranger Lovers.

Behold!

First, FPRG gives us... Ranger Matt.

Oh, Matt! Where is your uniform?

According to FPRG, Matt is...

"single and still stuck in the middle of Death Valley. Not easy to meet women when you work in a park like that, even more difficult when you are so shy like he is. He told me stories of female visitors who would hit on him, but would hang his head saying, but 'they weren't looking for the same kind of thing he was'-(i.e. they just wanted a fling and he wanted true love)... One asked, 'what's there to do around here?' (obviously hoping he'd pick up on the hint), to which he replied something like "oh, rescue people, put out fires..."

"When he's not working for NPS he is an artist and handyman (likes to do things with his hands, heh heh) with a college degree in environmental science. He's 33 and never been married and despite having three sisters acts like a 10 yr old around women; he also lives in a hand-built shack without electricity or plumbing. That is, he's probably a different kind of fantasy altogether, lol. What the photos don't show is his incredibly blue eyes, just to die for."

Next, FPRG gives us an unidentified ranger in chaps.

I don't know anything about Ranger Chaps, but whoa... hot chaps!

When FPRG learned that K had fulfilled my wanton ranger desires she suggested I consider a new fantasy, sent photos of her re-enactor friends and explained that re-enactors hang around in National Parks.

FPRG sent me the following photos for consideration:

Continental Man

Ramrod Rifle Continental Man

Wilderness Man

and

Old Time Navy Guy

I don't know... K has promised to dress up like a ranger again next week for Halloween... I don't think I'm ready to let the whole ranger thing go yet.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, J, this is too much! You have the market cornered on a whole fetish category. Me, I'm number one for the category of 'baby ate philodendron', which tells you the relative interest levels of your life and mine, I think ;-)

Oh, lord! I must confess that you've inspired a new fetish. Funny enough, I wasn't one of those girls that had huge Hollywood crushes but, alas, at the age of 37 it has hit. My new-ish Hollywood boyfriend was discovered while indulging my hubby in his historical naval interests. I discovered Ioan Gruffod (I really can't say his name - it's Welsh) as the great Horatio Hornblower. It gets worse. We call him Horry Horny as one of the characters called him "Horry". Yes, we are immature.

I have always had a fondness for uniforms...always. Sometimes I make Big Daddy leave his on until I get home. Now, you have stirred up something new in me...uniforms and the out doors...just something to ponder.

Yea is right...maybe it's because number one is on a horse...or the fact that he's shy...I'd like to knock the shy right out of him..be still my pounding heart...although..your guy is pretty hot in or I am sure out of uniform..

Thanks for the huge laughs this morning - my co-workers are wondering what the hell is so funny but I just don't know where to begin. Love this - and I had no idea there were so many gorgeous park rangers out there!

Ramrod Rifle Continental Man-Can I have his e-mail?I met a man on Friday and his son was named Casey and his son was a Park Ranger-I ALMOST ASKED HIM FOR A PICTURE.He showed one to me anyway.You have good taste in fetishes.

Hey, your park ranger fetish is what made me fall in like with you. Soon the whole world (at least those with the right combination of search engine terms) will know of your freaky coolness. Now you need a Joyful version of the foam finger to celebrate. A foam ranger hat?

Bwahahaha! This is why I keep coming back. But I don't share your PR fetish. My BIL is a park ranger. And he is so far from hot...so, so far. Now if he looked even a little like the pictures sent to you, but he doesn't. Too bad. Christmas gatherings might be more interesting.

Well, I'm a firefighter gal myself, love everything about that uniform, and I get hot when I see the big red truck zoom by, with the young lads ready behind the windows. Hats, boots, suspenders. Who ever knew protective gear could be so damn sexy?

But hell, Ranger Jon was looking mighty fine, even in t-shirt and jeans. Yum.